Day 6- Whats for dinner?

The worst part of my job as a Mom is, hands down, preparing meals. I am horrible at it. I envy those people who can whisk through a grocery store, without a list, and buy all of the ingredients you need for a week of breakfast, lunch and dinner. That is so not me... and I honestly do not even think about meals until people are asking "whats for dinner" or my stomach is asking me the same question.

I like to think that if money grew on trees, I would be better at it. I would have all the proteins in the world to choose from. Freshly washed veggies in the fridge, and only the ripest of fruit. But, if I'm being honest... money has nothing to do with it. I just honestly don't have the interest in going through all of that effort, to gobble it up in minutes, and be left with a mess.

Recipes. Oh good lord. You should see how many of those I have! Does it inspire me? At the moment I'm ripping it out of a magazine yes. But a day later? Nope! I keep them all for some reason... you never know when you will have the gumption to make pheasant under glass. (And old family joke...)

I should also mention that my family is a bunch of picky eaters. My husband, is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. I'd prefer to have chicken or fish, and my oldest daughter doesn't like meat at all. (Or veggies, some fruit... she has survived on cheese since she was two.) My youngest daughter once made me cry when she tried and LIKED broccoli. She on the other hand, doesn't like pizza or chocolate. (Lord help me!)

So before I got home, I stopped by the store for some ground beef. (Which I had forgotten during my prior trip...) And brought it home... and starred. I grabbed one of those awful boxed hamburger helper type meals and whipped it up. Of course, Grace didn't want it, and ate a cheese pizza (on tortilla shells) but Abbey did seem to enjoy it. I thought it was okay, and when Michael got home, he finished it off. I know those type of meals are horrible to feed a family.... but I continue to fee uninspired standing in front of a stove.

I tease my husband that he would be the PERFECT partner if only he would know how to play the guitar AND love to cook.

I'm hopeful though. Hopeful that one day, the girls taste buds will mature... Michael will develop a taste for healthy options, and I will be able to get excited about cooking so that one day we all can sit around a table and enjoy a meal together without disappointment. (Oh and am I pushing it to wish for a maid to clean the kitchen too?)